Category Archives: Concreek

I went down to Whitehead Crossing this past Monday but the bugs kept me from taking any photos. They didn’t yank the camera out of my hands but they were still buzzing around my face, threatening to get into my eyes if I didn’t stop waving my hands in front of ’em. As Chester says, it’s kind of hell up here in the summer. No bugs in Second Life. No afternoon thunderstorms to wet things up until the next one rolls around the following day. But I still think Bigfoot may be accessible during the summer — *has* been accessible (so far). That’s a big advantage. And I revisited Con Creek as well on Sunday and enjoyed a rather pleasant tromp to Green Stream and the Korean Channel, just like old days. Visited Damsel Island…

What of Collagesity? In Second Life (or My Second Lyfe), I’ve been hanging out over at Yd Island on the Nautilus continent a bit. I won’t go into detail except to say that it’s kind of piqued my interest about the island mythology again.

With the completion of Karl and I’s dual interviews, I feel like a public part of a/v synching has been wrapped up again. I don’t want to say it’s the end of my facebook and email interactions with synchers, but it could be. We need something shocking to come along and wake us all up again, perhaps involving Dark Side of the Rainbow. Randy Teaford’s yearly exhibits sound cool but something else is needed. There’s a chance some of us could do a joint interview about that most hallowed of synchs, as I put it in my own interview.

But I must face the fact that I’m working alone now on the Sunklands site, most likely. Few will read the newest interviews. Everyone’s lives are busy.

So I must move forward. We’re getting the house ready for a sale. We are preparing to buy a new one. What of the art? The Pierre era synchs (Piera synchs) are now protected digitally in several ways. The carrcasses are a more delicate matter. Carrcassonnee remains slightly concerned.

Where is it heading? Once more, I think we’re going to Middletown still, and basically do a 1:1 trade out between The House on The Hill and a brand new modular home on our primary lot there. That’s the master plan. Carrcasses will continue for the rest of my life but in a calmer rhythm. I don’t plan to listen to as much rock music as I did before — more soft classical. Inspirations for new a/v synchs may be harder to come by. But right now I feel another one is brewing. Once more, however, it must remain a secret development for the most part. This will be Carrcass-12.

Bits and pieces of reality are falling into it. The definition of a tile must be better understood.

I’m unsure still about a tie between the large mythology surrounding Frank and Herman Parks I’ve developed now and the new idea of a Blue Mountain Urban Landscape. Are toy avatars in this landscape? It seems much more tightly controlled by humans — obviously. Leola Creek, however, has energy.

Let’s look at it this way. Leola Creek has its origins in *Herman Park*. Although its name changes over its main course, the stream can be said to have its source on Wealthy Mountain. There the flow is the same as what we’ve been calling Green Oz Creek, which is directly attached to the concept of WIS. Tinsity is on Green Oz Creek, about 1/2way between the tip top of Wealthy Mtn. and the large Herman Park pool known as Health Lake. Then the output of Health Lake, which is the same stream technically, directly becomes Leola Creek when it joins with another smaller creek at the head of Rocky Branch Road.

So in these 2 posts here and here with Rocky Branch Rd. photos that I never generated text for, we are looking at Leola Creek. Leola Creek is the rocky branch named.

I tried last year to develop a, er, branch mythology surrounding the approx. 2/3rds mile long Rocky Branch Road, a fascinating byway that has enchanted both Edna and I for a considerable time now. But because it is private and parking is lacking, we found we could not regularly hike it. So the mythology aspect was cut short. But the main point I wanted to make is that *this is the same Leola Creek*. The passage of this creek along the entire length of the road is not dissimilar to the passage of same through the official Blue Mtn. Urban Landscape, or between Point+1 and Point-1 on our “official” map here. A distance of about 1 mile as the crow flies. And the distance between the head of Rocky Branch Road and Point+1 is about 1/2 of this, or only about a 1/2 mile.

The Frank and Herman Einstein Blog started at the start of Leola Creek then, since its focus was Tinsity and Lion’s Roar at the beginning, the latter situated on a stream feeding into Leola Creek a little below Health Lake. The beginning of the current blog is the same as the beginning of this creek. Where are we now? At its *mouth* in the Blue Mtn. Urban Landscape. There must be something to this. Frank and Herman Einstein Blog has also deadened at this Landscape, since it has been essentially absorbed into the Sunklands site as of the end of May. It is now the Sunklands blog. The Frank and Herman (Einstein!) experiment is over. Second Life mythology was *not* expelled within as anticipated. Collage generating grew exponentially. It turns out that the peak of Frank and Herman mythology came just before and after the creation of the namesake blog — with Billfork, Whitehead X-ing and Con Creek on the farside and with Tinsity and Lion’s Roar on the near side from us timewise. True, Whitehead X-ing keeps developing as a woodsy center, and the discovery of a conjoined Red Head this past summer certainly opened up an important new chapter. Just to note, Whitehead Crossing and its Green Stream is not in the Leola Creek system. But it still seems resonant through WIS. Tinsity is not that far from central Red Head.

Might be able to get down to Whitehead Crossing after work today. Probably should have gone yesterday but decided otherwise. Wrong decision, I believe. I *did* trek down there on Sat., despite a forecast of showers. Rain never really materialized. This place is so fickle weather-wise! But anyway, I spotted *people* at The Crossing, a first. And I may not have been able to remain hidden during the spot had one of ’em not been sporting a bright yellow raincoat, it appeared. I believe they were heading to the teepee, and probably they built it as well. I wasn’t close enough to get a good look — see their age, etc.

A collection of Toy Avatars are now at Whitehead X-ing, Red Head to be more specific.

I’ll share some photos of the related visits soon.

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I also think a new spate of collages might be coming up soon, perhaps early next month.

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4/29:

I’m hoping to get down to the Red Head part of Whitehead Crossing at least a couple more times before the woods “close up”, as I put it. The plants come back, the snakes, the poison ivy, the gnats and mosquitoes. Critters in general. I’m unfamilar with the Red Head territory during the summer months. I know I can go back to Whitehead Crossing proper during that time. I would like to have a kind of woods project this summer to focus on, like I did 3 years ago with Concreek. The problems with the last 2 summers?: Well, in 2013 the summer was broken up by our 2 week trip to England and preparing for it and then recovering from it and all that. Also it rained… and rained… and rained… when we returned, from July into August. And then during the summer of 2014 my back was still giving me problems from an injury incurred at the end of fall hiking season the year before. It’s pretty much healed up now — takes a long time for a back. Getting old I suppose. Concreek might be a good candidate again. Maybe… *maybe* even Red Head. We’ll just have to see. I always have Boulder to walk around in summer months. And I can always head down to Middletown if things get really boring up here. So everything seems good once more.

Another concept you wanted to *broach* today was the idea of Zebra Station. It was real (!). At the mouth of Concreek as you’ve guessed. Based upon Head Trip. Black and white[ like a Zebra]. It was a computer, like [the Pope Project]. Pretty Bunnies was about the computer as well. Good work!

bb:

Thanks, Hucka D. But the clues were there in the landscape. Korean Channel… Porkchop Rock. Silverberg.

“Head Trip” goes beyond “Billfork”. The Korean Channel and its Whitehead X-ing, etc., goes beyond TILE Creek and Billfork and such. This is where it all went down[ in the past/present/future]. What time are it?”

bb:

Boxy?

“Drink Lake is where it all happened. That’s the true Head Trip baker b. Drink is a computer. Real. Really real. Jennifer. Smoke that in your pipe and stuff it.”

bb:

And then this would be Drink, Boxy Brown’s opposite I’m assuming.

Drink:

Like Newton and Jasper. He ho.

Hucka D. (interrupting the flow):

We can’t talk much about this tonight.

bb:

I can’t take the focus off Drink Lake and put it squarely on Whitehead Crossing and the Korean Channel.

Hucka D.:

That’s about it (!). And: your choice. No real harm done either way. Black and white[ once more].

This post covers one of the most shocking discoveries, certainly, from my Frank/Herman Park explorations. A fairly well traveled path, it seems, splits off from a main path near my Whitehead Crossing and quickly follows a ridge above Green Stream into the rhododendron. Already questions are arising: Why does a well trodden path just dead end as such? Do people just get off the path here, travel down it, and then find out that they — and everyone else that has done the same thing — just reached an impasse? Let’s let that question stand for a minute…

An interesting rock at the beginning of this side path. It seems to be some kind of marker. After finding out what else is on this ridge, beyond the rhododendron at the end of the above pictured side path, I believe I know what it could mark now.

In the valley below the ridge on the other side from Green Stream is found a camping spot, complete with a number of interesting rocks such as this one. Some of them could pass for primitively shaped headstones, for example.

Yes, it’s what it looks like it is. Two, in fact. The place has been called Dogpatch. It’s what lies beyond the rhododendron if you kept following that same ridge further south. It’s almost completely inaccessible from all directions — there are, in fact, only two rather narrow ways in through the woods, both of which come up the ridge from the sides. Another camping spot has been created sometime in the past (pictures forthcoming, perhaps) in the same general area and on the same ridge (at the top of one of these two entrances), but far enough away that I’m not even sure that they knew what they were camping near. Perhaps they wouldn’t care. I think I’d care, without knowing more details. And for one of the two, there’s really no more details to find. That’s the major mystery part, it seems.

We have a dichotomy or contrast of something known and defined, and something unknown and not defined. We seem to have something smaller and something larger. We have a head and a foot in both cases. We have a mystery.

Dogpatch, Arkansas, according to the GNIS database, has a long list of variant names, but a list that can nevertheless be whittled down into 2 groups: those related to Marble Falls, and those related to the pre-Dogpatch and pre-Marble Falls designation of Willcockson, as displayed on this 1895 map.

We move beyond “Dogpatch” for now back to Concreek and this nifty view of an orange-red and pretty large salamander trotting around its bottom. It was kind enough to pose for me.

“Korean Channel is perhaps the original audiovisual tiling, Hucka D. Zebra and Damsel Island are clues — black and white. Head trip.”

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

Obviously a gold plated football helmet that is also an army helmet, like the one used to name Monkey City when I was a boy. Land of Reds and Yellows must play a role as well. Perhaps everyone is bushed there all the time. This is a way beyond Billfork. This is the Korean Channel.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Where is the Land of Reds and Yellows? Would that be Whitehead Crossing?

bb:

Unsure Hucka D. Let’s see, the Land of Blue and Purple would be entered through that log bridge, but the actual significance of that bridge is that it points to The Totem in Silverberg on the other side of the channel. I think a battle between Silverberg and Purpleland took place in the past. Purpleland grouped around the smaller of the 2 Silverberg streams, and Silverberg proper around the larger of the two, perhaps centered by Silver Pool.

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

(after a pause) Maybe Green Stream itself was originally known as the Silver Stream. Now this applies to Spoon Fork perhaps.